Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.